[ he opens his mouth to say something and bites down on his tongue when he realizes it's another apology. it's not like he can help it; he's conditioned for this sort of thing because... well, he doesn't want anyone worrying about him. but of course noct is going to worry when he shows up at his house this early and looking like a wreck.

when they make it to noct's room, prompto stops and leans back into him. like this, it's almost not so bad. like this, he can pretend that noct isn't going to leave him one day too. his heart pounds against his ribs almost painfully. ]

Hey, do you think – [ nah, he isn't sure what he wants to say so he shakes his head. ] It's okay if I stay here a while, right? Like, maybe we can just go back to sleep or something?